Don Flare - INTRO

Du rag flows, homie, watch out for your waves I'm way too bright to burn from sun rays
So I just meditate in the east where I stay About how we can build a big home and catch shade
For now I'm on the lands With 28 ounces and a plan
Sharp set of clippers in my hand Like hit me for the fade
I really could give it out either way But I let the love cut through your ego like razor blades
They got the nerve to ask if I still rap I'm thuggin' in every area, cousin, it's real trap shit
Searchin' for freedom and I ain't never lookin' back
Shit, they wanna get me well then meet me Where I'm at, call that elevation
Take time like Project Elevators We soon reach home and keep the patience
Me and Hurri would hit that fifth floor staircase Smoke like 3Ls back to back
Sayin', yo, we gon' take over this rap game And do it different than what they talkin' about
Bitches, money, and drugs, we got a different route Lettin' God speak through our mouths
The good, bad, and filthy Got so many thoughts, can't keep them under my silky
Du rag flows, homie, watch out for your waves I'm way too bright to burn from sun rays
So I just meditate in the east where I stay About how we can build a big home and catch shade
Du rag flows, homie, watch out for your waves I'm way too bright to burn from sun rays
So I just meditate in the east where I stay About how we can build a big home and catch shade
And you should know my niggas is far from cachet Stand on my word, I'm vocab surfin' over your brain
I'm sorry for the ones that may get caught up in the wave, cuz
In this world, if you can't swim, you bound a drizzown
Better soak up the game, but don't sit too long, cause life too short
Just some shit I say to myself, nigga, we too young
But they say ignorance is bliss, we supposed to be gettin' money
These niggas is crash dummies, a spade is a spade
I learned that you is what you think I have times where bad habits take over the kid
Gemini rights as it is, gotta move right when I step
Hut two right with the left, life is a balance of self
In the booth sippin' this tea, don't fuck with niggas
They too piggy, mindset millions But you know best things come in threes
Trillions, I peep with the third Twinklin' like constellations
Livin' in the astral plane, conversations with elders for confirmation
And if I duppy wan try come kill me I'ma be waitin tying up my Silky

Written by:
ELIJAH BERRY

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